Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.